Page 4 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

I was all ready to explain to the guard that somethingheinous had happened and a room on the 20thfloor needed adeepcleaning,but he didn’t bother to ask about all our bags. Probably because the bottom ofmy ass had been peeking out from under my skirt as I bent over to grab them.

“IDs please,” he said as we approached the entrance.

I shifted one of the bags over my shoulder and pulled on myID card to bring it up right in front of my cleavage.

He scanned it and waved me through.

God, I love my tits.They made everything in life somuch easier. Especially getting past dumb guards who definitely should have realizedthat I was using a stolen ID card. I mean, yes, we’d done some quick work tochange the name written on the card. But if he had gone back to his computerand checked, he would have seen that my ID was linked to a guard named GiuseppeEsposito.

Slavanka and Esme got past him just as easily.

We loaded our duffel bags onto maid carts, and then we splitup.

Esme went to hide some supplies for us to use later, Slavankawent to infiltrate the command center, and I went to the bachelorette suite.

I knocked on the door.

There were excited giggles inside and I definitely heard thewordstripperbeing thrown around. And then a very flustered redhead crackedthe door open and peered out. Her pink sash identified her as the matron of honor.

She gasped and slammed the door in my face.

What the hell?

I knocked again. “Housekeeping!”

This time the bride answered the door.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “My friend thought you were astripper.”

“No, no,” I said in my Russian accent. “I maid.”

“See?” called the bride back to her friends. “She’s not astripper. She’s just the maid.”

The redhead peeked around the corner. “Are you sure?” she whispered.“Her boobs are everywhere.”

“Relax, Autumn,” said a third girl in a maid of honor sash. Shehad a slight accent that made her sound hella fancy. “If I’d hired a stripper,it would have been a guy.”

“But you didn’t, right?” asked the redhead.

The maid of honor shrugged.

The redhead’s eyes got even bigger.

“She’s just messing with you,” said the bride. “I think.”

“Come on,” said the maid of honor. “Quit talking to the helpand let’s open some presents.”

The bride turned back to me. “Can you come back later?”

“Yes, yes,” I said. “I clean bathroom.” I disengaged the brakeon my cart and pushed it into the suite.

“Ah!” yelled the redhead. “She’s about to strip!” She coveredher eyes and ran directly into a lamp.

I tried not to laugh. She reminded me so much of Ash. I knowit had only been a little over a day since she’d been kidnapped, but I couldn’twait to have her back to safety. And then find someone to take her V-card.

“She’s not gonna strip,” said the maid of honor. “She justdoesn’t understand English.”

I turned into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

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